Ann Barry was a single woman, working and living in New York, when she fell in love with a charming house in Carennac in southwestern France. Even though she knew it was the stuff of fantasy, even though she knew she would rarely be able to spend more than four weeks a year there, she was hooked.This spirited, captivating memoir traces Ms. Barry's adventures as she follows her dream of living in the French countryside. Her fascinating (and often humorous) excursions to Brittany and Provence, charmed nights spent at majestic chateaux and back-road inns, and quiet moments in cool Gothic churches become our own. She takes us along on her one-woman search to find the best homemade breads in the region and on her daily trips to the old-world markets where she finds blood oranges, mounds of fat white asparagus, cream and lavender turnips and pencil-thin green beans. When she buys a car, she chooses a classic Citroen that even her banker admires. When her water runs out, the fire department speeds over to fill her tanks. And when a snapping dog sinks its teeth into her ankle, her neighbors insist that she seek compensation from its careless owners.And as the years go by and "l'Americaine," as she is known, returns again and again to her real home, she becomes a recognizable fixture in the neighborhood. She is always grateful for help, advice, company, and the selfless kindness of her equally eccentric but good-hearted neighbors. Ann Barry is a foreigner enchanted with an unpredictable world that seems constantly fresh and exciting. In this vivid memoir, she shares the colorful world that is her France. Read Less